Surrounded by my morbid fate
The bodies no longer breathe
Every corridor; every chamber
I can’t escape, even if you’d want my leave

My sin is too much a burden
Atop my frail shoulders
This tomb is full of red sand
I’m running from your demon soldiers

The sun is nothing but a picture in my mind
My eyes have hazed and become one
With the dark and dreary fog
What you’ve done to me can’t be forgiven
So I am left alone

I don’t want to fall, I want to let go
The scorpions are lusting for my flesh
Among the mummies, I won’t become one
The black widows are making their nests fresh
My being begins to break

A pile of bones and blood
A space of wasted oxygen
If I was nothing to you back then…
What’s that make me now?